For the sixth issue of Poetry Is Dead we welcome submissions from Queer writers, with a strong emphasis on Queer Canadian contributions. As always, Poetry Is Dead is interested in work that runs the gamut of forms—from spoken word to experimental language-focused work.
go ahead and cry. to break
is to be sanctified. to find in the body
a safehouse where all your monsters
get to be raucous, bring the audience
is to be sanctified. to find in the body
a safehouse where all your monsters
get to be raucous, bring the audience
to their feet calling what. what.
dig at the shame places. your gutter
of a cunt. your crowbar of a cock.
say the words, say fuck and wheelbarrow
dig at the shame places. your gutter
of a cunt. your crowbar of a cock.
say the words, say fuck and wheelbarrow
and voluptuary until it all sounds
like amen, amen, amen, amen, amen,
amen, amen, amen. why despise
like amen, amen, amen, amen, amen,
amen, amen, amen. why despise
your own wiring? it was desire
that made you
that made you
--Marty McConnell, “The World’s Guide To Beginning”